If there is one thing I miss from my work-in-the-office days, it’s the reading time during my daily commute. Books kept me going during those endless and, otherwise lost hours on tubes and buses. Thousands of pages of fiction and non-fiction kept me sane through signal failures and delayed trains. I’d say that too much of my life went to waste in such a lame manner, making me feel frustrated and powerless. If it wasn’t for books.